I work in a warehouse moving Walmart merchandise and I make $8 an hour. In a good week I earn $300. Our rent alone is $800 a month. Going on strike means no paycheck, but your support can help us during this time.

The math doesn’t add up. My coworkers and I cannot support our families on these wages, but when we have spoken up about the poverty we face and the dangerous working conditions inside the warehouse, we have been targeted. We’ve had enough. The warehouse managers follow us around, they have installed cameras to watch us constantly, they told us we cannot talk to each other about safety hazards, they intimidate us and they threatened we could lose our jobs if we continue to organize.

When I get scared, I think of the alternative. A second job means waking before the sun comes up and coming home long after my children are in bed. I can’t continue to make this choice every month. No one can.